"Longer than I have been a part of it; I was something of a latecomer." Inessa smiles wryly as Garahel yawns and then plops down on the ground, watching them. "Several of us came from Weisshaupt, after the Inquisition's rescue. Before then, their Warden presence comprised of those sane enough not to follow Warden-Commander Clarel's plan."

Her tone is mild, as is her demeanor, though there's a spark of...something in her eyes as she recalls all that.